Revenge After Death

Chapter 685

The hum of medical equipment and the smell of alcohol disinfectant filled the deathly silent hallway of Huma Hospital.

"Hang in there'

A hoarse and piercing scream reverberated within the sterile room. By the side, the nurse couldn't bring herself to look at the figure.

There was a person barely clinging to life on the hospital bed. His badly burned fingers were clutching tightly onto an ID photo.

"Stephie... Stephie..."

"Your vocal cords are damaged, and they can't be fully restored even with surgery. Please bear with it and try not to speak as much as possible," the doctor softly reminded, feeling sympathetic.

"Okay." He then buried his face into the pillow, allowing the doctor to attend to his mangled wounds.

"How did he manage to endure it?'

"Why must someone so good-looking have to endure all these?"

a miracle he

sighed when he stepped out of

overwhelm his senses. Even if he survives them, his sensitivity to pain would numb in the future," the doctor said, watching Steven through the window. Steven was lying listlessly on the bed as

slowly opened his fingers, gently wiping the ID photo that was

"Wait for me...I'm sorry..."

wouldn't blame him for making her

to monitor him and keep him in the hospital. Bring him back once

leave,

attention of the doctors and bodyguards away from him. Steven was wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt, enduring the pain all over as he hobbled toward the exit. Pale pink

one could imagine the pain he was experiencing. But he refused

going as he left the hospital, and he spent almost all his effort trying to make it to Stephanie's place. But it was already empty by the

daughter alive. I heard she was in a

were aching, and there was even a risk of him getting infected. Yet, he couldn't

saw her at the entrance

Stephanie was looking at him with

seemed like the precise method of erasing memories was successful. She had indeed

he started. His hoarse voice sounded so painfully unfamiliar

though it was what he wanted, why did it